Until tomorrow buttered toast Day 23

Is there anything worse than having your mind set on eating something delicious and then going to the cabinet or the refrigerator only to find that it's gone? Learning that the ice cream or chocolate bar or restaurant leftovers is missing, no where to be found.  

I grew up in a house where no food was safe.  I had an athletic 6 foot 3 inch 200 plus lbs. brother who would eat anything at anytime with abandon.  He never had one ounce of care as to whether it was the last one or belonged to someone else in the house.  There were times when I would go out for lunch or dinner with friends and bring home my leftovers.  I'd be so excited to eat them the next day only to find the container missing from the fridge.  It wouldn't even detour him if my name or a few choice words were written on the container.  He would eat it anyway.  He would drink the majority of the cases of Pepsi before I would enjoy one can.  He would eat entire boxes of granola bars right out of the grocery bags as they were being carried into our kitchen from the car.  Nothing was safe. 

When I became an adult with my own place, my own kitchen and no brother I realized I was extremely protective of my food.  My husband learned quickly not to eat anything without asking if it was mine first.   But now that I have two daughters,  11 and 14 years old,  I am back to having my hopes crushed again. 

I was planning on having a piece of delicious buttered toast this morning,  The bread was there last night. This morning , no bread to be found.  I hang my head in disappointment with plans to stop at the bakery for more bread. My buttered toast will have to wait until tomorrow.